24. Bea

I’ve heldmy breath under water a million times, but fuck this isn’t any where close to this. This feels like there is a gun pointed to my head, and they’ve told me not to let my heart beat, but fuck it’s beating.

Panic, fear, and more panic hits me, I’m dying, I feel it. This is it. It’s cold, I’m being numb, my limbs are heavy. I can’t fight.

My hair begins to float upwards, as I try to fight, but it’s a losing battle for me. Any moment now I’ll float away like the weeds that are in the water.

This isn’t the way I want to go, this isn’t the way it was meant to happen. Someone save me. Travis save me. If anyone is going to save me it’s him, I know he will.

The water is rough and it’s dragging me down with force. I get dragged further down, losing the air I had, my chest burning to breathe, my heartbeat loud in my ear, but it’s getting weaker.

Trying to kick the surface, but my legs are too heavy now. My body is in too much pain to move, it feels like it’s being stabbed over and over again. Fear grips me, as I struggle for air, the only thing I”m inhaling is water. Fuck I’m sinking deeper and deeper, the fucking water swallowing me.

Bea this isn’t the way you die.The voice in my head shouts, and with everything I have in me, I kick my legs in one last desperate attempt to save myself, fighting through the burning pain which is my body, I hit the surface and take in a deep breath, but before I have the energy to float, I’m being dragged into the water, and I’m surround with darkness, telling me now I’m running out of time.

Come on, Bea. He will not win.

But he is.